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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, astrological science
rappin violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal is cuttin fellas to pieces,
of a thesis, but holy like you could tell its from Jesus.
As good as Brief is,
with the force of a sorcerer, never put in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
cause im formin a of versus,
or its a chorus or more i smoke a forrest.
powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
portable mp3 players let you whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not to bury a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you just a actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as i got no I.D.
victums got no I.V.
Intravenously poetry I'ma give um,
They said it was hot so check the hype.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat [aint no escape
the heat [no turin back, im here

i recolect the era where terra and
of wreckin the mic, respect a mack no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit harder an throwin at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this sounds the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the braggin is saggin an swaggin an drugs,
an the thug in tight pants an happen to yes yall,
an, I cant help the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the up like sinuses or pantomimes,
a autograph for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you off the way my grammar rhyme.
fixation on my dictation is I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
shoulda told um that i flow like petroleum,
an i been cold at the podium sense break on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. no escape yall]
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand fake an fake bitches.
Dont me upset my stomach,
them will come through the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my but fly Donald Goines a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you gotta go,
you cant live here, word to the thats a no.
by dons an consularies,
dont get glarey, a refridgerator fall.
Dont worry you a nigga, stay in that zone,
you speakin to a rich, rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got some nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America with 3 bags of dope in bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.